is the ocean blue? or is it just me?: on water

fluid is he who moves to the rhythym

rigid is he who clings to the rocks

as the waves flow

we learn to let go

for what was once at the shore

has now become obscure

somethings we will never get back

like the sunglasses in the atlantic

or the needle in the haystack

do not become frantic

as everything you love

begins to fade

for the superior man must rise above

and still give thanks he was made

train yourself to let go

of all you fear to lose

just surrender to the flow

and stop hittin the snooze

fluidity is our nature

impulsivity we must nurture

stagnation a result of a vulture like culture

where creativity and soul are the prey of the poacher

before we stood tall

water people were we

the true mermaids, estranged from the sea

without water we simply cannot be

water heals, cleanses and restores

freeze some and rub it where you’re sore

throw it on fire and watch the ashes fly

feel the droplets as they fall from the sky

rinse away the day

wash behind the ears

hear the waterfall roar

as it disintegrates your fears

a moonlit hue

envelopes the sea

is the ocean blue?

or is it just me?

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